The questions become more frequent and alarming around 38. When people find out you are single and have not yet born a child, the reactions are almost vexed—from women and men alike—as if the end of the world is near and you’re about to pull the short end of the stick. But, your appalled audience collectively assures, there is a Noah’s ark, the antidote to the predicament that is a childless future with one simple question: “Are you freezing your eggs?”
I had my first retrieval in December. I figured it was a back-up, rather than a replacement strategy for the natural pregnancy I am still hoping to have. My husband and I never got as far as children – we were divorced faster than we could say the word “baby”– and the relationships that followed were anything but fruitful. Because, let’s face it, New York City is a desert when it comes to good men. So there I was, in my late thirties, with no marital prospects in sight, bombarded with heartfelt advice from anyone who wanted to leap to my rescue. And I decided it was time to build that ark.
Please read the rest my journey to the egg bank on bazaar.com.